Friday, 6 April 2012

all my days




"And even breathing feels all right."

Every now and then shuffle brings this back to the surface, and how it brings its own smile. Discovered a long time ago via Away We Go (which is such a moving film in its own right.)

For today I lie in the grass, and watch—the leaves flare green-into-gold, the sky continuing to search.

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